'I might be old, but I'm not stupid. I would never say something so brutally honest out loud.'
Just as the Snow Tiger Witch was being cornered by the witches from the other tribes, sweating profusely, Wu Yue and Yuan Lang walked in from outside, humming cheerfully.
The moment he saw Wu Yue, the old Snow Tiger Witch almost burst into tears. 'You damn brat, you're finally back! You nearly screwed me over!'
He forced a seemingly amiable smile onto his withered old face. "Yue, hurry and tell these witches where that salt came from!"
Hearing the Snow Tiger Witch's words, the three other witches instantly fixed their sharp gazes on Wu Yue.
Wu Yue, who had been humming a little tune, almost bit her tongue. "Uh... Heh heh!"
"What's with the 'heh heh'?! Spit it out!"
